With money in my pocket I walked quickly to the Atantis bar. Sammy Small Talk was perched in his usual seat at the bar, a half pint of lager in front...
Bogey was glad to see me. Charlie wasn’t, but he held the back door open to let me in. Mum stood in the doorway between kitchen and hall and frowned...
In my head it was Monday. The garden gate didn’t cry, or try and out-rattle me. Mum’s gardening shoes were resting on the bottom step of the decking...